Alatariel finished her wine, as she watched the people. She searched over them, and then she noticed that the elf maiden she had saw the other day was gone. She got up off the chair and walked out the door of the Inn. She made her way around the side of the Inn to the stables.
Over at the black stallion's stables, the moonlight poured in onto his dark, glossy coat. Alatariel calmed him, stroking his mane. 'Tis okay, your fine. 'Tis safe here, Alatariel calmed him, but it did not work, there was something he did not like here... or someone...
The horse eventually calmed down, Alatariel puzzled at what was wrong. She left him there and continued back into the Inn.
She walked over to the bar and ordered supper. The cook gave her her food, and she went over to the same table in the corner and began to eat.
[ June 06, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]
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